What I Cannot

Old Master appeared in the doorway of the empty mead hall where Engel and Jente were arguing over tactics on a raid to one of the southern lands.

“How goes training the ranks?” he asked.

“It goes,” Engel said.

“They’re natural warriors. Sometimes they have to learn to curb their enthusiasm lest they sacrifice the element of surprise,” Jente said. She rolled up the map. “What do you need?”

“I wondered if you would look for something for me,” Old Master said. “I have a plan, but I need your guidance.”

Jente blinked. “Mine?”

“You can see what I cannot.”